It always makes me happy to see pet owners go to any lengths to help their animal friends, even for fish.

Their names happen to be Taylor York and Jeremy Davis. Not just “these guys.”
And I thought I was actually going to enjoy this…”article.” Oy.

I-I can’t decide. They’re both so cute and so full of awesome and, and, and, and - GAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
*cue brain explosion*

Geez, I got goosebumps from all of these, but #5 is straight up terrifying. And tornado sirens are awful. So, so awful.

Is it strange that I find his energy somewhat terrifying? “LOOK. I’M SO HIGH ENERGY BECAUSE I’M HOSTING THE KCAS. LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT ME!”
…yeesh. Nightmares.

Seriously, those pants. That hat. That…everything. At least when he was younger he dressed somewhat normally. Now it’s just this clusterfuck of awfulness.

I don’t think “fierce” - for example, being used here - is racist at all. I’ve only ever heard “fierce” in a positive fashion, like “another level of awesome,” so to speak.

Awww, I love all these movies - except for Home on the Range. That one was meh. But The Great Mouse Detective and Oliver and Company are definitely household classics.

For me, there was an influx of Megans and Katherines throughout middle/high school. And of course, every Katherine was Katie, so that only got more confusing. But oddly enough, not a whole lot of Jessicas. Maybe 1 or 2.

Made it to 40 seconds. I just, I just couldn’t. I just couldn’t. Bloody hell, this is awful.